Intro Log.

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Ding, dong, bell, Pussy's in the well. Who put her in? Little Johnny Thin. Who pulled her out? Little Tommy Stout. What a naughty boy was that, To try to drown poor pussy cat, Who never did him any harm, But killed all the mice in the farmer's barn.

ou wake in knee-deep water, cold as ice and stagnant, in a space that is far too echoey and spacious. It feels like a massive cave, but looking up... there's only one small, circular opening that shows grey sky and shines any sort of light. It looks like a long trip upwards, a small cylinder with walls of brick that's just a little too high to reach, even when jumping. Getting out is probably going to be a bit of a task, especially considering the water is more than cold enough to make limbs go numb. The dark makes it impossible to see much further, but the space seems large, all filled with water, but with no other way out, stone walls the only thing for an intrepid explorer to find. But most importantly of all... you're not alone. Welcome to Awash's first intro log, everyone! Please review the FAQ and rules before playing. Characters have all woken at the bottom of the well in the middle of the town (which seems a lot bigger on the inside, somehow), and it looks like they'll have to put in some work to get out. Once out, they'll be free to explore the various locations the Town has to offer at will. Just try not to die on any of the far-too-rickety walkways. Further information can be found here at the OOC post, and don't forget to greet your fellow players here!

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[cestmagnifique]

Un. Down the well

[ The Abyss of Time, Erebus, the Great Seal...a lot has happened over the past twenty-four hours, more than any person should have to reconcile mentally, emotionally, and physically. But that's what she's built for and in the end, a deeper understanding and a renewed purpose to move forward make it worth all the effort. A good night of sleep will help, too.

Well...would have helped. Clearly, that isn't happening.

Mitsuru is, like many of her fellow well-wakers, is surprised and unimpressed with her entrance. ]

...How disgraceful.

[ Soaked--her skirt is soaked and the leather of her boots can stand up to some wear and tear, but they definitely shouldn't be sitting in standing water for hours on end.

What is this place? Where are the other members--no, where are her friends? Where is the dormitory? She has many questions, but first things first.

Eyes towards the mouth of the well--that seems to be the clear way in and out. Mitsuru folds her arms, glancing at the person beside her, before turning her gaze back to the top. ]

How high does it seem to you?

Deux. Ghost Town

[ As nice as it is to be out of the town, it doesn't offer much in the way of comfort. Mitsuru dusts herself off as she steps away from the well, then rests one hand on the hilt of her sword. The world around them is entirely... ]

...Gray.

[ She turns in a slow circle, eyes narrowing.

Yes, the town is entirely gray. ]

It looks like an old picture.

[ Could this be connected to the Abyss? No, no they started the flow of time again, and there was most definitely color there. ]

How is this possible? ...What is this place?

Trois. Don't mind me

[ Well, if the situation isn't strange enough, your character may come across Mitsuru a little further into town, but not too far from the well. She's not alone, though. Standing just behind her is what appears to be a very tall, eerily pale woman in golden armor and a red mask. There's a slight blue glow around the taller woman as Mitsuru waits with her arms crossed, looking serious.

Yes, just two ladies hanging out glowing in the middle of the street.

No big deal. Except that it probably stands out a bit given the otherwise grayscale of the world around them.

What do you do?

> Approach with caution.
> Approach without caution. (Ill-advised, she is armed.)
> Walk away. This day is already too weird.
> ...? ]

À tout va.

[ Wildcard! I'm open to any prompts, but if you want to discuss first, you can PM this journal or hit me on plurk at doggystyle ]

Trois

[glaciers]

[What.

He's seen so many weird things in his life. Even if they're technically registered as "completely normal".

But they're full of color unlike everything else around this place.]

... Did you find anything?

[Yeah, that's good. That's a good starter.]

[cestmagnifique]

[ Honestly it's fairly apropos for what she's doing. Mitsuru turns, however slightly, towards the young man that she doesn't recognize. But that's most of the people she's spoken with here. Is he familiar with this...? She glances up at her Persona, then shakes her head. ]

Not yet. I'm waiting on the results of a scan. I'm hoping it may shed some light on the situation, but I'm not expecting much.

deux

[parodeity]

Or like an old horror film. Or like - the Twilight Zone, maybe? Earliest episodes. [ he pauses to hum the theme song, because this entire scenario deserves it. ] It doesn't look like it's paint or anything - not that the sky and ground and shit would really work for that kind of theory.

[cestmagnifique]

[ She's actually seen pieces of the Twilight Zone, so she gets that reference. (It's not often that she does.) She'll agree to that appraisal as well, it certainly has the aura of an episode. ]

No, it doesn't. I'd say that my eyes were deceiving me, however...

[ Mitsuru lifts her hand in front of her face. ]

Our coloring appears to be intact.

Trois

[messianic]

[It's easy to miss each other in the dark of the well, the hustle and bustle of people all around, and the desperation of people trying to find a way out. It's also pretty easy to miss each other in the Town; there's a lot of it to explore, and a lot of people wandering around helplessly.

What's not easy to miss, of course, is Mitsuru's Persona.

It's strange, really. Minato had been pretty sure that nothing could make his heart leap in his chest like that anymore, but then again, he hadn't really expected to meet his team here, after everything. He'd thought that...his last chance had been that day, on the rooftop (and still, he hadn't lasted quite long enough)--

...He shakes himself. What matters, then, is that this isn't some sort of twisted afterlife. If Mitsuru is here, then something else is going on, because Mitsuru would never die so easily, not with Nyx gone. Absolutely not. It's enough to get him to focus, at least, and he steps towards her, brow furrowed slightly.

(This is probably not a good idea, but is there really any way to approach a situation like this with tact?)]

Mitsuru-senpai...! [Heyo.]

[cestmagnifique]

[ Artemesia will take a few minutes to complete the scan. Her abilities have never been as extensive as Fuuka's, but given the situation, she thought it best to take a sweep of the area. Had the scan completed, she might have been appropriately warned of his presence. Perhaps that in and of itself was an impossibility in and already seemingly impossible situation, one that she couldn't have imagined, especially not after seeing the Seal so recently.

In reality, nothing could really prepare her to face the dearly departed. Not her own father, and not him.

But she recognizes that voice instantly. Still as she is, it's as if every muscle in her body is frozen for a moment. Were her ears deceiving her? The Abyss of Time had shown them memories, things that had seemed so real at the time. Surely, this could be a similar effect...

Slowly, Mitsuru turns, eyes widening.

There he is. ]

...You--...

Scan Complete.

[ A small blue window appears in front of Mitsuru's face, momentarily blocking her view. It lists a few troubling results, but her eyes immediately go to the most important line.

Minato Aristao, 3M SW.

The screen disappears like snow and her Persona seems to evaporate as well.

Her arms fall to her sides. ]

...Arisato?

2

[salutations]

[Getting everyone up out of the well was a long an arduous process of which he hung around to see if 1) everyone could he out safely or 2) anyone would come to collect them. They were all able to get out but there was no progress on the second point. If someone had indeed placed them in the hole, they weren't intending on putting them back. For now.]

[Instead, focusing on the "how" and the "what" sounds good for now.]

Although you are as pretty as a picture, I can't say this is one. [nailed it]

That said, I'm glad someone else can confirm it. I was worried by eyes were failing me after so long in that well...

[cestmagnifique]

...

[ As strange as the situation is, this is--this is not at all what she anticipated. Not that there's much she could anticipate, but Mitsuru is used to Shadows and darkness and superhuman abilities and... ]

...I feel like it's my ears that are failing me now.

[ Is this a pigeon talking to her. Is that what's happening.

She presses her fingers to her temple. ]

I must be hallucinating.

un

[whereabout]

[ Joshua only meets that glance for a brief moment before returning his own attention to the wall, which he's running a hand along, testing for possible handholds.

He has also looked up, though, and while it's hard to say for certain - ]

I'd guess it's around...ten arge, probably?

[ ...yeah, so. He has never heard of a "meter" before. ]

[cestmagnifique]

[ She would be able to calculate to imperial standards well enough, but..."arge"? That brings her to pause as she shifts her gaze to him. ]

I beg your pardon?

[ Did she hear that correctly? ]

un.

[windeity]

Pretty high. [May as well be honest.] But it doesn't seem like it would be too bad to get out of here. If we can still see some light that has to mean it isn't that deep, right?

[cestmagnifique]

That could be part of the intent--give us hope that we can climb to freedom but find the top has been barred over.

[ May as well be honest, right? ]

Nevertheless, we can't afford not to try. Unfortunately, the walls are fairly slick...

trois;

[redigere]

[> Walk around.

And try to be as casual about it as possible, because there are so many people from the well who have unique powers, and here she is with nothing to defend herself, not even her memory smashing ability, because nobody here is connected to Sora as far as she can tell. Not that she would want to ruin someone's memories in the first place! But faced with the idea of being unarmed in an unfamiliar world, having that ability wouldn't be so bad. Just in case.

There's no use wishing for it, and (hopefully) the woman has no reason to attack her? So Naminé walks past and around them, staring just a little bit and burning the memory into her mind to recreate later. Whoever these two are, they make an impressive view, and she feels very small beside them.]

E-Excuse me.

[SHE'S NOT HERE TO BOTHER YOU, she'll be out of your way soon.]

[cestmagnifique]

[ She is aware of someone circling, though Mitsuru keeps her calm as well as he guard up. The girl appears to be fully pigmented as well--another like herself, she assumes, if her theory continues to hold. A meek voice reaches out over the quiet hum of Artemisia's scan. ]

Yes?

[ Mitsuru's voice is not exactly unkind, but it's firm. She clearly considers her current activities to be important. ]

What is it?

Un

[lanchano]

Haha, it really is disgraceful isn't it? Well, it might not be such a bad fit for someone like me. [ Which isn't to say that Komaeda looks any better for the wear as he's just as soaked as everyone else. If anything, his long sopping wet jacket makes him look among the worst here. ]

[cestmagnifique]

[ As she stands, she attempts to wring out some of the water from her skirt. Though the man's comments do surprise her. She gives him a careful once over. ]

Are these circumstances familiar to you?

[ Do you find yourself in need of a wardrobe change often? ]

Trois - Une rencontre à travers le temps dans un monde gris

[totheno1]

[Sometimes the pull of another Persona user is subtle, a little ping in the back of his mind of something calling out to him, or taunting him as it had been with Kandori. Other times it was like this one where the Persona was floating above its user, leaving little to the imagination. It was strange how oddly familiar it felt - like he'd met its user before.

The reddish hair stands out even more against the grey background. He has to think about this in silence, because as much as he feels he has an answer as to who this is, his mind doesn't quite wish to follow. It wouldn't make sense, after all. Well, there was only one way to find out, as he pushed his glasses upwards before walking over. Cautiously, of course. One could only wonder what her Persona could do, and she seemed rather concentrated on her task.]

Miss? May I inquire what you are doing?

[His voice neutral and polite. He as an idea of what the answer may be, but it is always better to open with something a little more subduded. However, there was no denying it, she had the seriousness of her father. At least, if his guess was correct.]

Véritable poésie

[cestmagnifique]

[ What instinct she has about her surroundings must be verified with data. That's what she believes. Small pings or senses of familiarity can be misleading and Mitsuru does not want to give in to her wants over the reality of the situation. She imagines it will only take another minute at most.

She hears footsteps, but it's the sound of a voice that draws her attention. A man, taller than her, clothes that fit appropriately--tailored? Something she's found is less common than not--glasses. It brings her to pause. ]

...I'm performing a preliminary scan of the area.

[ She says matter-of-factly.

He looks...

Familiar.

As he draws closer, she can appraise him more accurately. ]

Trois

[creatability]

[To approach or not approach isn't even a question, as she is going to do just that, however she isn't going to use any real caution when doing so. Striding forward, a heavy steel staff in her hand, Momo makes herself obvious enough that she isn't going to startle the shorter lady. Clack, Clack, Clack, in rhythm with her steps.

Artemisia isn't all that strange, not after spending time with Tokoyami and Dark Shadow. Why worry?]

Good day. Are either of you having any luck finding survival essentials?

[cestmagnifique]

[ Her entrance is difficult to miss. Mitsuru immediately turns to the approaching young woman, on guard, but not entirely unapproachable. She is aware that she's standing in a public place. She moves with purpose and control. It depends respect, which Mitsuru is willing to give in her initial appraisal.

To the point. No qualms here. ]

Not yet.

[ There's a pause, as if she's trying to sense something. ]

I'm awaiting the results of an initial scan. Yourself?

trois

[bufudyne]

[...

Staring from a distance is Yusuke, who's so startled he stopped mid-step. His foot is even hovering over the ground as he's completely forgotten to put it the rest of the way down. His attention is riveted on the "woman" behind Mitsuru.

That glow... It couldn't be a persona?

His hand presses tightly against his chin as he keeps staring and (after about a minute) remembers to put his foot on the ground so he's not precariously balanced on one.]

[cestmagnifique]

[ She might have looked him over if he kept moving, but as she does a glance of the surrounding area as Artemisia finishes up, she would be remiss to not notice the color standing out against the gray of the world. Mitsuru manages to catch the tail end of his flamingo impression, her own eyes narrowing.

He's just standing there.

Well.

She calls out to him, tone serious. ]

Yes?

t r o i s

[accomplicedauthor]

[ >Approach without caution

How can he not? This young woman is probably about to be possessed! From a short distance, Momosuke clumsily runs full-tilt towards Mitsuru and her Persona, yelling: ]

Miss! Miss, there's a spirit behind you, don't turn around--!!

oh my god

[cestmagnifique]

[ She is most definitely alarmed as this young man just charges forward at her. Mitsuru draws her sword at rapid speed, pointing the rapier forward at the approaching enemy--




--wait, what? ]

...

[ Ah. Well. First things first... ]

Stop right where you are!

[ It's not a request. ]